Request: Hello ☺️ Can i request a Lewis imagine, where he’s dating the reader who has schizophrenia, and like, he’s all lovey when she’s at a really bad state ☺️ love your writing 😍
I really liked writing this. This was my first time writing about a mental illness so if I messed up anywhere please let me know :)
I may have to make a disclaimer? Angst maybe?
I’m Here.
Usually when the voices were there she could ignore them. She could continue on with whatever she was doing, even if it sounded like she was in a busy room. Lewis had been with her for quite some time and had seen her at her lowest.
But this was different. In the year that they had dated, Lewis had never been gone longer than a few days. Now, he was going on a world tour and Y/n was unable to go due to complications with her job. So they made a deal the night before Lewis had to leave. The deal was every day an hour before his shows, Lewis would call her.
This worked for the first two weeks.
They FaceTimed and had a good laugh together. She told him about her day and he told her about the location he was in and the people he had met. He asked how she was getting along, and at first she seemed fine. But it became increasingly obvious that that was not the case. And later on Lewis would get a call from her work asking why she hasn’t been showing up for three days straight. She hadn’t mentioned dipping work when they called just the other night.
Immediately Lewis went to call Y/n, but after a few rings was met by the automated voicemail. Lewis had to perform in less than three hours.
In those three hours he had called her multiple times and texted her ten fold. With no response he was forced on stage, where he delivered a less than best performance and barely any commentary between.
After the show, he was immediately taken to the side by his manager who was lack for better words, pissed.
“What the fuck was that Lewis?”
But Lewis could care less about the show. “Has Y/n called?”
Ryan looked at him like he had three heads. “No? Should she have?”
“Ryan I- I think I need to go back to Scotland.”
At this, Ryan’s eyes widened, “I don’t think so Lewis, we leave for Vancouver in less than four hours.”
Lewis ran his hands through his hair looking around for some form of explanation. “Ryan I have to go back to Scotland. Just for a day.”
Ryan sighed as he gripped the bridge of his nose as if trying to relieve a severe headache. He looked at his watch, then to his phone. “Alright, let me find the closest flight to Scotland. But I’m getting you the next flight back.”
“Perfect, thank you.” Lewis immediately went to his dressing room where his phone sat, the only notification being a text from his mother asking how the show went.
On the flight back to Scotland, Lewis couldn’t stop his leg from bouncing up and down. He knew what was happening, but didn’t know what kind of state he would find her in. She was damn good at hiding what was going on inside her head, which led to the ultimate downfall.
The Uber ride from the airport to their shared apartment felt even longer than the seven hour flight. The Uber driver seemed to be glaring at every one of Lewis’s anxious twitches as they drove. He had his money ready five miles before they reached the apartment complex, and practically threw the money at the driver as he dove out of the car with his hastily packed backpack in tow when they reached the end designation.
Throwing the door open and tossing his backpack somewhere, he ran to their shared bedroom calling out Y/n’s name.
“Y/n? Y/n!” As he entered the room, he wasn’t prepared for the disarray he found it in. The bed had been completely stripped of its blankets besides the fitted sheet. The blankets lay scattered across the floor. Y/n’s phone was on the dresser, having seemingly been forgotten and very much dead. On the bed was Y/n, though her head was covered by a pillow. She appeared to be shaking and whimpering.
Lewis quickly walked over and sat on the edge, lightly touching her hand that was gripping onto the pillow.
The slight contact caused the girl to jump and shuffle as far back as the bed would let her go. Tears were streaming down her face and she was trembling.
“Y/n. Hey hey, it’s okay. It’s Lewis.” She looked from the mattress to Lewis’s face, and let out a squeak.
She quickly wrapped her arms around Lewis. “They won’t stop. They keep yelling.” She let out a sob into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her securely, scooting back on the bed so he could lay down with her. He pet her hair and kissed her head. “I’m here. It’s okay.”
He continued this process. He spoke in a low but constant voice. He told her about his travels and how he’s going to take her with him. How they’ll have the time of their lives. Anything to get her attention away from the violence in her head.
Eventually her trembling subsided, though the grip she had in him never faltered. Eventually she was reduced to a few sniffs of her nose, but he continued to speak.
When he began to run out of rambles, she began muttering into his chest. “I’m sorry love, I can’t hear ya.”
She looked up at him, “I love you.”
“I love you too, sweetheart. I’ll always be here for ya.”
